Chapitre 17: CH : 16 Being Father Again, and Father Son Talk
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After a while of that max got impatient with so many games and abruptly pushed Penelope back against the wall. She even got into position and raised her butt in welcome.
"Hahaha wicked. You treated me like a child and now that you saw my size, you just want to stick it in you like the greedy girl you are."
Penelope turned to look at him with her bitten lip, spanked themselves and said, "Fuck me."
That word seemed to have magic, as Max felt all of his blood boil with emotion. With both hands he separated the two buttocks of Penelope to be able to see the pink slit of her that secreted a little viscous liquid.
With incredible desire, Max pointed his penis into her vagina and pushed. At first it was very difficult for him to enter as she was very close, but since he was so excited and excited.
Max guided his thick shaft to her entrance, the tip brushing against her wet lips. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure from Penelope. Her body welcomed him, warm and tight, as if they were made for each other.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh !!" Penelope screamed for moments later to clench her teeth and her fists.
Max on the other hand felt like in heaven, Penelope's vagina was so tight that he felt like she was sucking him.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he growled, his voice laced with desire.
The feeling of being inside a woman was definitely the best thing that could exist in this world. More with a beauty like Penelope.
Max slowly pulled his cock out of her and with the same force that he originally pushed.
"Annmmmmm." Penelope screeched. Something that excited Max more and made him repeat the process, but this time faster.
"Annmm ummm ohhhhhhhhh"
Max began to move, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm. His cock filled her completely, each thrust eliciting a symphony of wet, slapping sounds. Penelope's body moved in perfect harmony with his, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.
As the moans grew louder and louder, Max increased speed until he felt comfortable in his piston movement as he gripped Penelope's firm, round buttocks.
Clap Clap Clap
"Annmm !! Ahhhhh !! Oh yesiiiiiii !!"
The electricity in the air seemed to intensify with each stroke, their connection becoming more primal. Max's hands gripped her hips, leaving faint red marks on her pale skin as he pounded into her with increasing ferocity. Penelope matched his passion, her cries filling the room, a testament to the raw pleasure they shared.
As they moved together, the remnants of their earlier encounter were forgotten, replaced by a new wave of desire. Max's power seemed to fuel their passion, making each touch and sensation more intense. The bed creaked beneath them, struggling to keep up with the force of their coupling.
Just as Penelope felt the familiar tightening in her core, signaling the approach of another orgasm, Max slowed his pace. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, to tease her to the brink of ecstasy. With a devilish grin, he withdrew, leaving her empty and wanting.
"Not yet, my bitch," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to make you beg for it."
Penelope whimpered, her body aching for release. She reached for him, desperate to pull him back inside, but Max had other plans. He moved down her body, his lips trailing kisses along her inner thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Positioning himself between her legs once more, Max took her clit into his mouth, sucking gently. His tongue flicked against her sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He alternates between gentle licks and firm suction, driving her wild with desire.
"Oh god, Max!" Penelope cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm so close... Please don't stop!"
He obliged, his mouth working feverishly, driving her to the edge. Penelope's hips bucked wildly as she rode the waves of pleasure, her body trembling on the precipice of orgasm. With one final, intense suckle, Max sent her over the edge.
Penelope's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around nothing as she came hard, her cries filling the room. Max continued to pleasure her through the waves of her climax, his tongue never faltering.
As her orgasm subsided, Max rose, his cock throbbing with renewed desire. Penelope's eyes, now glazed with post-orgasmic bliss, met him. Without a word, he positioned himself at her entrance once more, ready to continue their seduction as he just glanced around.
Max didn't know when it happened, but he found his father happily masturbating while he watched them.
He took Penelope's right leg and mounted it on his shoulder, thus spreading her legs and allowing his father to see clearly how his cock entered and exited Penelope's wet vagina generating recurring clapping sounds. in the process. While maintaining unwavering eye contact, he carefully observed every nuance of his father's expressions and body language, intent on confirming a suspicion that lingered in his mind.
Magnus, on the other hand, felt an electrifying thrill like never before as he watched Penelope's body writhe with pleasure, how Penelope was practically getting her insides rearranged her blissful smile accompanied by breathless, exhilarating moans. The rhythmic sway of her breasts and the seductive arch of her body with each thrust only intensified the scene. Despite his efforts to resist, primal instincts overwhelmed him. With mounting excitement, he moved closer, unable to tear his eyes away, and began to masturbate, eager to savor every tantalizing detail from this closer vantage point.
Max felt that he was getting closer to his limit and with his lightning element used his technique, making Penelope go crazy with pleasure.
Max felt like he was going to come and used his technique to the maximum to make Penelope come at the same time as him again.
Ahhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhh!
SIIIIIIIIII !!!
To Max's surprise, his father also ejaculated and as he had approached, he managed to do it on the ground just beside both of them standing.
He immediately pulled away not wanting to be splashed by mistake, but this caused Penelope to fall to the ground completely without strength.
[+100 Sexual Points]
[+100 Sexual Points]
[New Achievement]
[You Have intercourse with your Sister In Law]
[+4000 Sexual Points]
[New Achievement]
[You have intercourse with a Woman 15 years older than you]
[+4000 Sexual Points]
[Pregnancy: You have made a woman Pregnant.]
[+2000 Sexual Points]
[New Achievement]
[Pregnancy: You have made a woman in 25s Pregnant.]
[+1000 Sexual Points]
[New Achievement]
[Pregnancy: You have made your Sister in Law Pregnant.]
[+5000 Sexual Points]
Are you being serious? Is this a stroke of bad luck or good fortune?
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Max and Magnus quickly dressed and left the tower together at Magnus's request.
"I'm proud of you." Magnus touched Max's head and said with a smile.
"Is that something to be proud of?" Max raised the corner of his mouth with a little contempt. "If I could I would do it every day."
"Yes. It's something I'm very proud of." Magnus sighed bitterly. "Penelope is like that because her husband cannot satisfy her regularly, he is so focused on my position and power that he leaves out things like you are. Mateo on the other hand ..." Magnus gritted his teeth angrily. "He likes men and a rumor has reached me that he has been seen suspiciously with various guards."
Max stopped short when he heard it. Marcus's lust for power was not new to him and that is precisely why he openly renounced the power struggle. He just didn't want him to do something crazy and have himself killed in sleep or from poison or something. Max was very strong, but he knew very well that he was not immortal. There were many ways to kill him, such as poisoning his food, stabbing him while he was sleeping, and even in intercourse when he was especially vulnerable.
But quite apart was Matthew's revelation of homosexuality. He had never shown any clues to this other than his always playful smile. Besides that he also had a wife: Rosa.
Waiting! That means pink ...
Max's heart started pumping with excitement, but he concentrated and kept listening to Magnus after reaching him.
"Gerald... oh, Gerald," Magnus sighed once more, his voice heavy with unmistakable sorrow. This time, the emotion was laid bare—raw, aching pain. "No matter what is tried, Gerald's manhood remains lifeless, unmoved by even the most desperate efforts."
Max could no longer believe everything he heard. But if he thought about it very carefully he realized that it all really made sense. In this world the age of marriage was around 15 years old, his brothers on the other hand were already at least 17 years old, but none of them had managed to have a child after so long.
"John may be only slightly older than you, but his magical talent is mediocre, and his element is nothing extraordinary. People whisper that he's a pampered mama's boy, lacking even a hint of bravery," Magnus said, resting a firm hand on his shoulder. His voice softened, though the weight of his words remained. "You must understand—having a strong son is a rare blessing in these times. If things continue as they are, the Magnar House may well fade into obscurity within a century or two. But with you here, I can finally breathe easier, knowing there's hope for our legacy."
Maxwell still had two younger siblings but one was just a baby and the other is only 2 years old. Max looked at his father, who was already in his 70s, with gray hair on his head, and understood his concerns.
For years, Magnus bore the weight of bitter disappointment, convinced that the fault lay with him. His four sons, despite their noble blood, had all failed in ways he couldn't ignore. The eldest was consumed by ambition, so blinded by the pursuit of power that he had no time for the pleasures of flesh. The second son, drawn to men, shattered Magnus's hopes for an heir through him. The third could not perform, his body betraying him in the most fundamental way. And the youngest, a mama's boy through and through, showed no desire for women, despite the tempting presence of maids eager to serve.
Magnus had spent years questioning himself—wondering if he had somehow failed as a father, if the fire of lust and dominance had died with him. But tonight, all those doubts were laid to rest.
As he stood beside Max and watched the sheer mastery and raw control in his son's every movement, Magnus had felt a surge of pride unlike anything he had ever known. The way Max took command, the way he satisfied with an almost primal intensity, had proven beyond doubt that the Magnar bloodline's strength lay not in hesitation or weakness but in pure, unrelenting desire. This wasn't just relief—it had been vindication.
Turning to Max, his voice low and filled with emotion, Magnus placed a firm hand on his son's shoulder. "For so long, I thought the fault was mine," he admitted, the weight of years slipping from his voice. "I blamed myself when none of your brothers showed strength or desire. I thought I had failed as a father. But tonight… Tonight, you've proven me wrong."
His grip tightened, pride gleaming in his eyes. "There is no weakness in you, Max. No hesitation, no doubt. You've shown me that the Magnar legacy is in the right hands. And for the first time in years, I can breathe easy, knowing that our line will endure—because of you."
Hearing him Max just nodded and continued his walk. "Are you sure you don't want to fight for my position?" Magnus asked suddenly.
Max was very surprised. It was very different to fight for power on his own, than to do it because his father asked him to. In this way he had practically assured the position, he only had to show others that he deserved it.
"I'd rather watch the big picture for now." He responded by neither accepting nor denying the possibility. He wanted to lay low for now.
Magnus was more and more sure that putting Max as heir was the best decision he could make for the legacy of Magnar Bloodline.
"By the way. I can see that you have a lot of experience when it comes to sex. How is that possible?" Magnus was very intrigued.
Max lowered his head, he thought about it, he thought more about it, but he couldn't come up with a single answer that his father would be satisfied with. He could lie and say how practical with the maids, but that still left another loose end.
"I've done it many times before ... With Maria."
Magnus was very pleased with his first sentence, but hearing the second, his eyes sharpened like an eagle and magma gushed from his pores.
"Did you mess with one of my women?!" Magnus roared as he unleashed a fist that quickly transformed into a magma fist in his direction.
Max responded with his fist as well, but it transformed into a claw of purple lightning that tore apart and expelled magma throughout the corridor.
"Yes!" Max replied coldly with the same sharp look as Magnus. Trying not to cry from the pain for the small drops of magma that managed to fall on his skin.
Magnus was greatly surprised. He knew that Max was very strong, but not to this extent.
He had just used one of his blows at full power at him.
"I don't see what the problem is. You haven't even looked at her in a long ass while." He said more through clenched teeth.
Magnus kept glaring at him.
"Besides ..." Max gritted his teeth. "She is pregnant."
Max's words made Magnus go completely silent and the magma stopped coming out of him.
This was why Max had made the decision to tell the truth. Maria had become pregnant only a few hours ago, and she hadn't yet found a solution to the looming problem. His father hadn't touched her in years, and if she suddenly bore a child, execution seemed inevitable. The safest course was to confess everything and gauge his father's reaction. If it turned hostile, Max was prepared to take Maria and the women he considered his and leave. He was certain that other nobles would welcome him eagerly, offering their daughters and lands in exchange for his strength and talent.
Magnus sighed deeply as he turned away, his expression unreadable. The hallway behind him was scorched, blackened by his fury, while Max remained frozen, still reeling from what had just happened.
Just before disappearing from Max's view, Magnus spoke, his voice cold and final.
"I'll claim it as my own without hesitation," Magnus declared, his voice steady but laced with warning. "But understand this—ensure no one uncovers the truth. If you fail, there will be problems."
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Three days later the news of Maria's pregnancy was announced, but to Magnus's surprise, Penelope's was also reported.
Magnus turned to look at him as if to say: it sure is yours.
Max also looked at him trying to say with his eyes: or yours.
The situation was absurd, almost laughable, but Magnus merely smirked, unfazed. Two more heirs—no matter whose blood ran in their veins—were a boon to the Magnar legacy, a wealth that only strengthened his house.
Though he silently hoped the second child was his—and it likely was—Magnus felt confident. After all, he had shared countless nights with Penelope, while Maxwell had only been with her a single time.
Marcus (the cuckold) was happy too. Revealed in his delusion. Among the three vying for power, he prided himself as the only one with an heir.
Fool.
Max's smile curled into something sharper, more dangerous. Both children were his, and only he and the women knew the truth.
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